The Wind

It was windy where I live the other day. It always is during an April spring. I think the wind works in tandem with the plant kingdom to help the trees loosen their limbs for the growing season of summer.

Poetically it looks this way for me.

Wind
©1995 Rolland G. Smith

Invisible by day and night

tho Presence felt of gentle might

Until the time of raging storm

and rain becomes a pelting swarm.

It is the wind I tell about,

caressing soft or howling shout.

It can't be seen when all alone;

it needs another to be known.

Leaves do oft give wind expression

Yet neither ever claims possession.

Dust and dirt may give it shape

as wind flows o’er nature’s scape.

Slicing clean ’twixt tree and flower

and rolling through the valley bower,

Bumping over rock and rill

until it's calm and standing still.

The spirit, too, is like the wind,

invisible yet destined

To be the breeze of inner mind

with zephyred bliss to humankind.